"Ok, take out your homework please," asked our french teacher.
I took out mine. I looked up at Oliver. As always, he hadn't done his job. How did he even end up in advanced French?
"Oliver!" yelled Mme. War. I cannot even remember the last time you handed your homework in. I guess I will see you again tonight in detention."
"Again!" whispered someone.
"I think he went in detention three times last week!" whispered someone else.
I shook my head. What was he thinking? Why didn't he just do his work? Was it that hard?
I felt kind of bad for him. If only he would work. What if I could help him? What if... I could tutor him?
No, Rose, forget this dumb idea. Worry about your own work and let him worry about his.
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The jock and the nerd. Or not
RomanceShe was a nerd, he was a jock. Typical beginning, unusual end.
